“Thy Troubles to Bless”

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Dark clouds filled the Provo sky on April 15, 2003. It was the due date for our second daughter, but there were still no signs of imminent delivery. My wife, Christine, was concerned that she had not felt the baby move for a day or so. She felt urgently that we needed to go to the hospital for a test. I thought she was overly cautious, but we went.

I remember our cheerful nurse that morning, chatting away as she hooked Christine up to monitors and quickly found a heartbeat. All was well.

With the monitor running, the nurse left the three of us—Christine, one-year-old Lizzy, and me—chatting pleasantly in the room.

Suddenly something changed. The reassuring, regular beep of the heart monitor stopped. We called for the cheerful nurse, who assured us that this happens—babies move or monitors slip. It would just take a second to find the heartbeat. I remember the nurse’s face as she searched for the heartbeat, her smile fading, her eyes becoming serious. Still searching. She called for another nurse to try. No, she couldn’t find it either. Oh, there it was. Wait—no, that was Christine’s heartbeat.

And then there was a sudden rush of nurses into the room. There were calls for doctors and hurried explanations. I sat in the corner, holding Lizzy on my lap, watching with a growing, helpless dread. Emergency C-section, they said, and they rushed out the door with my wife.

Lizzy and I retreated to the hallway where, in a few minutes, a cart sped by with a too-white, too-still, too-quiet baby on it. Was that our baby? It wasn’t clear. In a room behind glass windows, doctors painstakingly inserted an IV through the tiny umbilical cord. Yes, I was told, that is your baby—not breathing, faint heartbeat, lost a lot of blood. Mother is fine.

The baby—Caroline, we would call her—was placed on a gurney and prepped for a helicopter ride to Primary Children’s Medical Center.

My father had arrived. We slipped our hands beneath the plastic shield that covered my little girl and placed them on her tiny head with its dark, wispy hair. In the name of Jesus Christ and by His priesthood, I blessed her with a strong heart and lungs; I blessed her with a full recovery.

Then Caroline was whisked out the door to the waiting helicopter, Lizzy went home with my parents, Christine stayed at the hospital to recover, and I drove to Salt Lake City, chasing the helicopter. I felt the sudden fragmentation of our family—each of my girls now in someone else’s care and me driving alone through the rain.

Over the next hours and days there were a lot of tests and questions, a lot of indefinite answers and tearful conversations. Family members, friends, and ward members joined their faith with ours in earnest fasting and prayer.

Gratefully, Caroline lived. In some ways the blessing I pronounced that day was fulfilled directly. She has a healthy heart and strong lungs. She did not, however, fully recover as I had stated in the blessing. Her loss of blood—the cause of which is still unknown—meant a lack of oxygen to her brain, which suffered severe damage.

Fifteen years later, Caroline is still stuck at about a three-month-old developmental level. She cannot walk or crawl or roll over. She cannot talk, and we are unsure of what she understands. Her eyes and ears function, but it is unclear how much she can process of what she sees or hears. She has frequent seizure-like tremors, eats through a tube in her stomach, receives a special diet supplemented by a variety of medications, and regularly sees an assortment of doctors. Sometimes—frequently—Caroline becomes sad. She will cry and cry, and neither we nor the doctors can determine what is wrong. We just have to wait it out—and pray.

The good news is that Caroline is adorable. She has the biggest smile and the greatest laugh. She loves hugs and kisses, a cold wind on her face, and the rumble strips on the freeway. Caroline likes to hear our voices, and we like to hear hers. She makes cute, soft “aah” sounds and really loud “AAH” sounds—often in the middle of the night. She enjoys our regular gatherings in her room for morning devotional or for singing and praying before bed. She smiles big when we sing, “[We’re] so glad when daddy comes home,”1 which we sing every day.

We love Caroline. We are so grateful she is part of our family, and I appreciate how she has shaped my life. But I wish things were different. I wish she could run and sing and argue with her sister. I am often sad for her, because her life is hard. I worry that she may be uncomfortable or in pain or bored or scared, and we don’t know how to help.

We still have dark days and long nights and unanswered questions. We also have love and joy—and hope.

But a life like Caroline’s raises questions of faith. Why was she not healed according to that first priesthood blessing? Why did the hundreds—thousands—of faithful prayers not yield the miracle we had hoped for? How does God let such a precious, innocent child suffer?

Perhaps you have similar questions. We all have circumstances that try our faith—times when, despite faithful living and earnest pleading, things don’t go according to the plan of happiness we envision or the divine promises we expect. You may struggle with a persistent mental illness or chronic pain. Maybe you fight a stubborn addiction. Your grief may be the result of lingering singleness or disheartening infertility. You may feel weighed down by unemployment, temptation, or the death of someone you love. You may pray ceaselessly for someone who has lost faith, or perhaps you wrestle with your own doubts.

Whatever the specific trial may be, we all endure seasons of distress that test the limits of our faith—afflictions that may cause us to question whether what we believe can still be true in the face of such overwhelming obstacles to belief. We may feel downtrodden and defeated, confused and crumbling. We may feel that God is distant and that we are hanging by an ever-so-thin thread of faith over a gaping chasm of despair. These are “the deep waters” of our lives, when we feel “the rivers of sorrow” threatening to overflow upon us.2

In periods of such extremity, how do we—how do you—sustain faith?

On Jesus, Lean for Repose

A few days before Caroline’s dramatic entrance into this world, Christine and I read a talk from the October 2002 general conference by Elder Lance B. Wickman. It was a moving, thought-­provoking talk, though it seemed somewhat removed from us at the time.

A few days after Caroline’s birth, we read Elder Wickman’s talk again, now finding it directly relevant.

Elder and Sister Wickman had lost a young son to a childhood illness, despite many prayers and a powerful priesthood blessing. They also, we later learned, have a disabled daughter.

To those who face similar tests of faith, Elder Wickman said:

As to the healing of the sick, [the Lord] has clearly said: “And again, it shall come to pass that he that hath faith in me to be healed, and is not appointed unto death, shall be healed” (D&C 42:48; emphasis added). All too often we overlook the qualifying phrase “and is not appointed unto death” (“or,” we might add, “unto sickness or handicap”). Please do not despair when fervent prayers have been offered and priesthood blessings performed and your loved one makes no improvement or even passes from mortality. Take comfort in the knowledge that you did everything you could. . . . The Lord—who inspires the blessings and who hears every earnest prayer—called him home nonetheless.3

Elder Wickman shared three seldom-sung verses from our opening hymn today, “How Firm a Foundation.” Since then, this has become my favorite hymn. The final verse says this:

The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for reposeI will not, I cannot, desert to his foes;That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, . . .I’ll never, no never, no never forsake!4

After Caroline’s birth, we felt exquisitely the need for a firm foundation of faith, as it seemed that all hell was endeavoring to shake us. We were—and are—learning to lean, oh so heavily, on Jesus for repose.

Two years ago we were preparing for Caroline’s second year at Young Women camp. Near the camp, Christine had rented a private cabin, where she could have a clean place for feeding and diaper changing and where Caroline could be loud in the middle of the night. A few days before camp, however, Caroline got sad—really sad. We knew we were likely in for a hard week.

Our home teachers and I gave Caroline a priesthood blessing, and within hours she started to calm down. Caroline and Christine had a wonderful, rejuvenating week at camp. It was a girls’ camp miracle, a profound evidence to us of the power of the priesthood and of God’s love and mercy.

A year later Christine was, again, prepared to take Caroline to camp and, again, Caroline got sad. A day before they left, I had a strong spiritual impression that I should give Caroline a ­blessing—and that I should not wait. Without even telling Christine, I immediately gave Caroline a brief priesthood blessing. Then I waited for the miracle.

Caroline was still sad when she and Christine left for camp, and she stayed sad. She was miserable, it was exhausting, and after a couple of days, Christine and Caroline came home early, and Caroline remained sad.

We have had many such experiences with Caroline—blessings that have been obviously ­fulfilled contrasted with blessings that seem to have fallen to the ground unnoticed.

For years I struggled with how to have faith when giving blessings or praying for heavenly help. When all depends on God’s will and when God’s will seems unknowable or mysterious, how do I have faith that my petition will be granted? What do I have confidence in when I lack confidence in knowing God’s will?

Then I realized that we are not commanded to have faith in blessings but in the Giver of blessings. And the first principle of the gospel is “Faith in the Lord Jesus Christ,” not faith in a charmed life free from trouble (Article of Faith 1:4, emphasis added).5

God does not expect me to pray for Caroline with faith that she will be healed; He invites me to pray for her with faith in Him, who is her Eternal Father and mine and who will, in His infinite wisdom, do what is best, though it may cause her and me—and Him—temporary anguish of soul. God takes the long view, and our ultimate good may mean short-term pain, confusion, or heartache.

In the midst of our adversity, it may be tempting to think that God has not fulfilled His promises. But we do not lean for repose on desired outcomes. As the song says, we lean for repose on Jesus, who will not desert us to our foes, though all hell may shake around us.

Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego exemplified this trust in God when they refused to worship Nebuchadnezzar’s golden idol. Even threatened with the king’s fury and fire, they defiantly declared, “Our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace. . . . But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy gods” (Daniel 3:17–18, emphasis added).

“But if not”—Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego did not place their faith in blessings but in the Giver of blessings. Their trust in God was not dependent on deliverance from the fiery furnace; therefore, they could go forward confidently, knowing that anything could happen and they would still be secure in Christ.

These faithful friends were cast into the fiery furnace before there was deliverance, and there were not three but four men in the flames, “and the form of the fourth [was] like the Son of God” (Daniel 3:25).6

In the midst of their fiery trial, these three men—who leaned for repose on Jesus, not on outcomes—communed with the Son of God. Such a sacred companionship in times of trouble can be our blessing as well:

For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, . . .

And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.7

“Thy Gold to Refine”

When Caroline was five, she had a stretch of waking between 2 and 3 a.m. for many nights in a row. One night after this unwelcome wake-up call, I wrote this:

Once you see Caroline—even at 2 a.m.—it’s hard to maintain your frustration. . . . She smiles big when you lift her out of the bean bag she sleeps in, looking around curiously with those big, innocent eyes. . . .

As I was changing her diaper just now, I was absentmindedly singing one of the [Primary] songs that Lizzy has declared we shall now sing for bedtime every night. . . .

. . . “God gave us families to help us become what He wants us to be.” And I looked at Caroline and suddenly the words came to the forefront of my consciousness, an unexpected intersection between poetry and the reality of my life in that moment. God gave me a family—including this 2 a.m. waker—to help me become what He wants me to be. . . . “This is how He shares His love,” the chorus continues, “for the fam’ly is of God.”8

That night I felt a brief, blessed communion with God, a confirmation that He was, in that moment, personally aware of me and Caroline and our family. And He, my Father, gave me encouragement by teaching me why we face such challenges.

Because God loves us, He gives us experiences “to help us become what He wants us to be,” and He designed this fallen world—with all its imperfections and fiery trials—to accomplish that purpose. As the hymn says:

When the early Latter-day Saints were driven by mob violence from Jackson County, Missouri—after their printing press and some of their homes had been destroyed and some of the people had been tarred and feathered or whipped and beaten—the Lord spoke to Joseph Smith and gave him perspective for such tribulations:

They shall be mine in that day when I shall come to make up my jewels.

Therefore, they must needs be chastened and tried, even as Abraham. [D&C 101:3–4]

God is making us into jewels fit for His kingdom. Think of the pressure required to form a diamond; for us to become the divine diamonds God wants us to be, we must endure some serious chastening.

We often honor the faith that sustained pioneers in intense difficulties. But we should also recognize that those intense difficulties forged and refined their faith; their hardships helped them become what God wanted them to be.

“E’en Down to Old Age”

As a young teenager I read one day in the Book of Mormon about Lehi’s dream, and I considered Nephi’s description that “the whiteness [of the tree] did exceed the whiteness of the driven snow” (1 Nephi 11:8).

I thought, How did Nephi know what snow looks like?

I understood that Nephi had grown up in Jerusalem, which has a Mediterranean climate, and that he had traveled through a desert and across an ocean to the tropical jungles of America. I thought, Nephi never saw snow—he could not know what snow looks like!

That thought troubled me; it appeared to be an inconsistency in the record, a possible evidence that the Book of Mormon was not true. With my young, developing faith, that was an earth-­shaking thought.

This issue nagged at me, but over the next ­several years I reread the Book of Mormon anyway, probably a dozen times, and my testimony of the book grew. But how could I believe in the Book of Mormon so strongly when I entertained a serious question about its consistency as a historical record? Did I lack intellectual integrity?

Years later, as a returned missionary and BYU student, I read one day a news article about conflict in the Middle East, and I was startled to find a description of a snowy scene in Jerusalem. Wait a minute—it snows in Jerusalem?! Who knew?

As smart as I thought I was as a teenager, I wasn’t all that smart. There was no problem with Nephi’s description of the tree. Nephi grew up in Jerusalem; it snows in Jerusalem.10

Now this may be a simple example, but the principle applies to greater challenges. We sometimes think we are pretty smart, and when something comes along that doesn’t fit our way of thinking—such as information about Church history or divorce in a temple marriage or same-gender attraction—it shakes us up, and we may begin to question our beliefs.

But maybe, like my trouble with Nephi and snow, we are just missing important perspective. Perhaps we need to be patient and wait for the resolution to come.11

I am moved by the story of the father who brought to the Savior his son “which hath a dumb spirit . . . [that] teareth him: and he foameth, and gnasheth with his teeth” (Mark 9:17–18; see also verses 17–27).

Jesus told the father that all things are possible with faith (see Mark 9:23).

And “the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief” (Mark 9:24).

Some may look on this father’s faith as weak or incomplete. But in my own extremity, I feel keenly that father’s wrestle with belief, and I admire his determined, humble declaration of imperfect faith.

If faith were a simple, clear knowledge, it would not be so inspiring. This father’s faith in seeking a blessing was powerful precisely because his faith was less than perfect. Despite uncertainty, despite years of desperate parental prayers that seemed to go unanswered, despite a failed blessing by the disciples—despite all of that, this father still sought from the Son of God the blessing for which he had longed for a lifetime. He chose to believe.

Imperfect faith is still faith. By very definition, faith is incomplete,12 so if you feel you lack clarity and a sure knowledge, that is okay. That is faith. Be patient with the imperfection of your faith. The incompleteness gives faith its power.

Faith is a courageous, optimistic response to the ambiguity and adversity of this world. Faith is a choice to believe based on an incomplete and ever-changing body of data.13 Faith is saying, “Even though I am in pain, even though I am confused, even though I don’t hear God’s voice clearly, I still choose to believe. I will wait on the Lord.”14

Patience is hard, especially when we find the waters deep and the night dark. But remember what Moroni said: “Ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith” (Ether 12:6, emphasis added). The “after” means we must wait.

Abraham and Sarah knew something of patience. They were promised a large posterity—“a great nation,” God said (Genesis 12:2). As childless decade followed childless decade, the promise was repeated time and time again with no fulfillment. Yet, “against hope [they] believed in hope” (Romans 4:18).

At long last, when Abraham was one hundred years old and Sarah was ninety years old, they were blessed with Isaac, the child of promise. Yet even then the promise was still just a hope. Isaac was just one person. Sarah died without meeting her grandchildren or even her daughter-in-law; Abraham died when Isaac and Rebekah’s two sons were still young.15

“These all died in faith,” wrote Paul, “not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off” (Hebrews 11:13).

Several thousand years later, we see the promises made to Abraham and Sarah richly fulfilled. But in their lifetimes those promises must have seemed ridiculously out of reach.

Through Isaiah, God used Abraham and Sarah as an example to encourage the Israelites in their faith:

Look unto the rock whence ye are hewn. ...

Look unto Abraham your father, and unto Sarah that bare you: for I called him alone, and blessed him, and increased him. [Isaiah 51:1–2]

Did Abraham and Sarah sometimes feel alone and perhaps overlooked or forgotten?

The Septuagint, an early translation of the Old Testament, adds a brief phrase to Isaiah’s message. In between “blessed him” and “increased him,” it inserts “and loved him”: “For he was alone when I called him, and blessed him, and loved him, and multiplied him.”16

When you feel alone, when you think the promises of God may never be fulfilled, when you question what you believe—remember Abraham and Sarah. Remember that, like them, you have been blessed and you will be increased, in time. God takes the long view, and it takes a lifetime to become what God wants us to be. So be patient. And in the waiting and the hoping, remember that, like Abraham and Sarah, you are loved.

E’en down to old age, all my people shall proveMy sov’reign, eternal, unchangeable love.17

“My Grace, All Sufficient”

Caroline is often sad and loud at church—or sometimes happy but still loud—and Christine or Lizzy or I, or a kind ward member, will take her out to the foyer of the chapel, where we push Caroline around in her chair, calming her with the movement.

In the foyer, we are joined by various people coming late to the meeting, chasing small children in and out of the chapel, or just enjoying the softer seating options. I have felt a sense of community in the foyer—a kinship with these others who, like us, find their situation not quite measuring up to the chapel ideal. I have also felt the Spirit in the foyer as I have walked figure eights with my daughter, and I have been impressed with this simple thought: The gospel is still true in the foyer.

We all spend time in the foyer, figuratively speaking. We each face circumstances that make us feel on the margins of the congregation, looking into the chapel from the foyer. And that is okay, because the gospel is still true in the foyer.

One Sunday a couple of years ago, I came to church pushing an especially sad Caroline, thinking that we might just stay for the sacrament. As I walked the foyer and Caroline remained sad, I began to wonder if we would even make it until the sacrament. All my efforts to comfort her seemed fruitless, and Caroline’s crying was certainly disturbing others.

But then the sacrament hymn began and Caroline calmed briefly when I started to sing. She quickly got fussy again, so I put my face close to hers and I sang to her. She quieted and listened. The sacrament hymn that day was “Reverently and Meekly Now,” which was written in the first-person voice, as if the Savior were singing. Admittedly, I was focused on Caroline and not on the song—until we came to the fourth verse, when I found myself singing these words to my daughter:

I have loved thee as thy friend,With a love that cannot end.18

I looked into Caroline’s big blue eyes and felt deeply the tender, personal truth of those words for my daughter. Jesus Christ, the Redeemer of the world, loves Caroline “with a love that cannot end.” Even there in the foyer, in her less-than-ideal state, Caroline is loved. When she is sad or hurting, when her parents are clueless and incapable of comforting her, there is One who is her Everlasting Friend, who knows how she feels and how to succor her.

The corollary is also true. Jesus is my friend, and He is yours. He knows my frailties—­including my frailties of faith—and He knows yours. And He loves us not in spite of those frailties but with a full, compassionate understanding of them.19 He loves us in our crucible of spirit because He has felt what we feel—our doubt and discouragement as well as our sin and sorrow.

I have sometimes thought that Jesus must have suffered for us in one great cosmic mass of suffering. But recently I have come to feel that He likely suffered for each of us in an individual, intimate way, one by one.20 He felt my specific sins and sorrows, He endured Caroline’s particular afflictions and anguish, and He experienced your individual infirmities and imperfections.21 And because He did, He knows how to help,22 “in ev’ry condition.”23 In the words of the hymn, “As thy days may demand, so thy succor shall be.”24

That is why His grace is called amazing. It includes all people, which means you. It includes all time, which means now. It includes all pain, which means yours. The gospel tent is big enough for all of us, with all of our different difficulties, because Jesus Christ’s Atonement is both infinite and intimate.

In the foyer, our tribulations provide a workshop for the amazing grace of Jesus Christ. In the foyer, we face travail and distress that cause our very hearts to break and our spirits to become contrite. And in the foyer, the Master Healer takes our broken hearts and gives each of us a new heart, His heart, which was broken—and then made whole—for us.

Recently our family was having a lighthearted discussion about a momentous topic: my hair. I asserted that in the Resurrection, they won’t even recognize me with my curly locks.

Without a pause, Lizzy said, “I think we will be too distracted by Caroline talking.”

We all laughed, but I was struck by the profound truth in her words: The salvation available through our Great Redeemer is all-inclusive, encompassing my hair and Caroline’s brain damage and everything in between. Jesus Christ’s grace is amazing; His power to heal knows no bounds. Whatever your infirmity or sorrow or fiery trial of faith, “[His] grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply.”25

Christine, Lizzy, and I share a firm foundation of faith in that truth, which has brought infinite reservoirs of hope to our lives. We know—and we testify—that Caroline’s eternal identity is not defined by her mortal disability; a beautiful and glorious future awaits her because of Jesus Christ, who is also her friend and companion in her present distress.

The same is true for you. Because of Him, we all have hope for everlasting redemption, and because of Him, we all have help in earthly anguish. So hold on. Trust on. Hope on. God loves you.

Fear not, I am with thee; oh, be not dismayed,For I am thy God and will still give thee aid.I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, . . .Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.26

How, then, should we approach the throne of grace as we plead earnestly for a loved one and place hands upon her head to give a blessing by priesthood authority? How do we properly exercise our faith? The Prophet Joseph Smith defined that first principle of the gospel as “faithin the Lord Jesus Christ”(A of F 1:4; emphasis added). It is that defining phrase—“in the Lord Jesus Christ”—that we sometimes forget. Too often we offer our prayer or perform our administration and then wait nervously to see whether our request will be granted, as though approval would provide needed evidence of His existence. That is not faith! Faith is, quite simply, aconfidencein the Lord. [“But If Not”; emphasis in original]

6. The Book of Mormon prophet Abinadi faced a similar ordeal. Like the trio in Babylon, he defied a king, boldly declared his faith, and trusted in God. Unlike them, he was not saved from the flames (see Mosiah 17). But I believe that Abinadi found a similar sacred communion awaiting him.

10. I have also learned that there are volcanoes in Central America that regularly receive snow. And of course we actually don’t know where Nephi landed in the New World. He could have lived in or traveled to any number of places that receive snow. Please forgive my youthful assumptions.

11. Three times at the end of his great discourse on faith, Alma emphasized the need for patience as our seed of faith grows into a tree of everlasting life (see Alma 32:41–43).

13. Several years ago I sat in the de Jong Concert Hall listening to a BYU biology professor speak about his belief in God and in evolution. For him, there was no conflict there; evolution was one more evidence of the genius of God. Toward the end of his talk, this professor said something that has stuck with me. He said that when we approach such apparent conflicts of intellect and faith, we need to be humble. We need to be humble in our science because we are always learning new things that change our understanding, and what we thought was true fifty years ago is perhaps laughable today. We also, he said, need to be humble in our faith. God has not revealed everything. There is much about God that we do not yet understand. We believe in a living God and in living prophets who continually reveal new things that give us greater understanding of the dealings of our Maker. We may think that we understand God pretty well, but maybe we don’t. (See Michael F. Whiting, “Charles Darwin and the Tree of Life: Some Assembly Required,” BYU forum address, 24 May 2005.)

14. “They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles” (Isaiah 40:31).

There were many years in which I believed that the atoning process involved an infinite mass of sin being heaped upon the Savior. As I have become more familiar with the scriptures, my view of the Atonement has expanded. The Atonement involved more than an infinite mass of sin; it entailed an infinite stream of individuals with their specific needs. Alma records that Jesus took upon himself the pains, afflictions, temptations, and sicknesses of his people. In addition, he experienced their weaknesses so that he would know how to help them (see Alma 7:11–12). Isaiah prophesied that the Lord would bear “our griefs, and [carry] our sorrows”; that he would be “wounded for our transgressions” and “bruised for our iniquities” (Isaiah 53:4–5). Paul explained to the Hebrews that Jesus tasted “death for every man” and woman (Hebrews 2:9). No wonder “his sweat was as it were great drops of blood” coming from “every pore” (Luke 22:44, D&C 19:18). Isaiah and Abinadi stated that when “his soul has been made an offering for sin he shall see his seed” (Mosiah 15:10; see Isaiah 53:10). And who are his seed? Those who follow the prophets (see Mosiah 15:11–17).

Brothers and sisters, the Atonement was not only infinite in its expanse but intimate in the lives of God’s children. The Redeemer of the world is acquainted with each person’s infirmities. He knows your problems. He understands your joys as well as your sorrows. He knows the nature of the temptations that beset you and how they interface with your weaknesses. Above all he knows you and knows how and when to help you. [“One by One,” BYU devotional address, 9 September 1997]

22. Alma taught that Jesus Christ suffered “pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind; and this that the word might be fulfilled which saith he will take upon him the pains and the sicknesses of his people.” And He took “upon him their infirmities, that his bowels may be filled with mercy, according to the flesh, that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his ­people according to their infirmities” (Alma 7:11–12).